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She remembers him…

June 30, 2005

Bells in my voice…….your words in my thoughts!

Music, when soft voices die…….
—–Percy Shelley.

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap’d for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

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One comment

  1. Vijay villa blues

    Love is the only emotion pure;
    but it turns into a desire very soon so be sure,
    I’m just beginning to realize that
    loneliness and love belong to the same coin

    hings i create; are they really mine,
    or were they always there; i just rhymed,
    to live and die, should this just be done,
    pander to your desires and then shun.

    touch my skin with hers and it shies,
    leave my lips on her kohl eyes,
    stroke her arms tenderly,
    taste her hair on her neck,
    then look into her eyes and;
    it seems they want me there.

    Would it have mattered who she was;
    some touch, care and deep stares, i only desired,
    people do come and go in life,
    but only a few who could light my fire 🙂

    i have been trippin on your blog for some time now. I think you should try publishing some of this stuff.



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